Some time last fall, Susan and I had a crazy idea. I don't remember who said it first, nor does it really matter - what with us being of...

What am I doing here? Not blogging, that's one thing. I'm healing. Still hurting. Mostly living. Getting help. Finding help for my...

Yesterday, yet another of Susan's legacies came to fruition. Susan connected Crickett's Answer to Cancer with LympheDIVA s, he...

I honestly don't know how it can possibly be May already. There are friends I have not seen in four months. New babies I haven't m...

Happy birthday, Susan. I love you, and I miss you.

I can't do this. Every time I come to write, it's because I can't do the happy anymore. Then, when I get a chance to write, I ...

Most days I leave my grief right here. Whether I publish it or just save it for myself, typing out my words enables me to go about my daily ...

Always  I don't usually know what to say, But I always will know how to listen. I don't know the answers to your questions, Bu...

Dear Susan, Suddenly, February is over, and I'm back at the Presbyterian Women Coordinating Team meeting this morning. The first Monda...

It's like Facebook knows us. On my list of online friends, you are right under Kevin. Because you were the one I talked to the most. I s...

I'm out of words. Tonight, there are just tears and trying to substitute a conversation with my bestie by spending some time on her bl...

Dear Susan, There are only three people on my speed dial. Kevin, my momma, and you. My finger moves towards 7 or 8 several times a day. I ...

When I had my first miscarriage in 2006, I grieved here on this blog. I poured my sorrow out through my words so that I could leave the pain...

A year ago today, we buried my daddy. Parkinson's and dementia had left him barely recognizable by phone. In person though, there was ...

So this came in the mail today. A card that I ordered for Susan on January 22. Stupid slow post office. I think that she knows everythi...

We are home now. Services for Susan were yesterday. It was a mass. The service in itself was hugely comforting. I loved being in a mass and ...

His Eye Is on the Sparrow Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come, Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heav’n...

Dear Susan, We started our blogs as a way to keep up with one another better. Everyday life was preventing us from talking as often as w...

Posts I wrote over the past two months will be popping up. Things I needed to say, but it wasn't the time to say them. This is from Dece...

So you're gone. And I'm doing laundry. It's so surreal. And so wrong. The mundane things I have to get done today all seem so ...